Hogwarts genius wizard

When William left, the group of drunks immediately became reckless.

"Fake, when can I be as powerful as him, as long as half of it is enough."

"The way to a woman's heart is not strength."

"I don't think so, maybe they rely on Gallon and the magic weapon?"

"Don't be afraid of materialistic women, women who are not materialistic are even more terrifying."

"What do you want if you don't want material things?"

"It could be true love, or it could be your life."

"Ah bah, I have so many true loves that I almost have no place to put them."

The bearded sharpshooter put down the wine bottle, leaned against the wall, squinted his eyes, and showed a bit of murderous look.

The others were holding magic bows and scriptures, and their faces were angry.

The old wizard hurriedly said: "We are just joking, please don't be angry, this is the site of that demigod, he must know what we said, he will forgive us, please don't do anything here."

Sensing the danger, the bounty hunters immediately fell silent, cursing the damn big turban in their hearts.

A few pure-blood wizards sat in a corner with ugly faces, staying away from this group of vulgar bounty hunters.They were tempted to send letters to the family, telling them what had happened tonight and that Sophie Upraja was a spy for William Smith.

But worried about being killed by William Smith's sudden appearance, he could only wait anxiously for dawn.

The loyal Hagrid sat outside the alchemy workshop with a Tier 3 magic bow and long sword, drinking beer and eating stewed meat.His Dog Yaya lay happily on the ground, eating the beast meat left by William.

The students at Hogwarts were sent back to sleep by Filch, but how could the students sleep?

Especially the few people who participated in tonight's big event became the best commentators.

The simple double-sided mirror produced in the horned snoring beast's cave has become everyone's favorite magic weapon.

Jiang Chi pretended that William was sleeping.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, looking out the window, thinking about his parents.

Neville, who was taking exams and practicing sword during the day, was snoring again.

Ron held a simple double-sided mirror and told the four witches in Lavender's bedroom about his great achievements tonight.

"When we caught Peter Pettigrew and got out of the tunnel all the way, we encountered an army of dementors from the Ministry of Magic. They flew out from the lake and the Forbidden Forest, watching us closely."

"But we are not afraid at all. We used our wands to summon our respective patron saints." In another dormitory, Fred stood in the dormitory holding his wand and said: "Call God to guard."

A silver magpie condensed from the tip of the wand and settled on his shoulder.

"You defeated the Dementor Legion?" Katie Bell asked anxiously in the mirror.

"No, there's more than a hundred of them, maybe more," Fred said.

"I dare to swear on Fudge's reputation, this group of dementors must have sucked away many people's happy memories." George sighed beside him: "It's a pity that they met William."

"So many meritorious deeds have been swallowed up by William alone." Fred said sadly.

"Not one was left for us!" George also said "angrily".

"Killed them all?" Angelina asked in surprise.

"Kill them all." Fred said sadly: "The great dementor has achieved the great reputation of Seraphim Michael."

"Let us miss a good opportunity to show our talents." George looked regretful.

Li Heizi was so angry that he looked at the two of them coldly.

Great news, Garen!

Didn't call him!

The boat of friendship is overturned!

Andrew Wallon stood by the corridor of the office door on the second floor of the "Daily Prophet" printing factory, leaning on the wooden guardrail, watching the magic printing machine on the first floor below spit out freshly baked newspapers.

Rita Skeeter, who had been busy for most of the night, leaned on the sofa, looking at the head of the trade department outside the office, with countless thoughts in her heart.

First, in the middle of the night, the other party directly sent someone to bring him over, and then racked his brains to write a press release according to his ideas, and revised it three times during the period.

"He doesn't even have a touch-up fee, and he's worse than William Smith, a bastard."

The female reporter known for spreading rumors looked at the photos on the table, the corners of her mouth became dry, and she decided to go to the bar later and find a few handsome guys to have a good night together.

The shareholders of the Daily Prophet could sway left and right in front of the two powerful forces of the Ministry of Magic, but she didn't have the capital.

After tonight, she was the one on Morgan's side.

Rita Skeeter looked at the photos again, and there were more than 30 magical photos developed from the tape removed from the camera, many of which were coherent.

For example, Peter Pettigrew begged for mercy on his knees, Harry Potter prevented Lupine from killing people, a group of people captured Pettigrew alive, and William shot to kill the Dementor Legion.

The Minister of Magic, Fudge, made repeated orders, explaining that the Ministry of Magic has no worries about the control of the dementors, and will never harm innocent wizards and children.

But the photo of more than 200 dementors besieging Hogwarts students together may swell Fudge's old face.